Made me late
Can't believe I woke early what's a early girl to do, it's not long enough to put the world to rights so I'll think of you
I think about your poetry, it makes me squirm and wiggle, though I'm laying here on my own I let out a stifled giggle
My hands go under cover, my nipples harden to my touch, I pull them hard it turns me on, I feel a dampness in my crutch
I run my hands down my legs, I claw inside my thighs, I open my legs widely and then I close my eyes
My hands now are yours, I feel you're here touching me, you slide your fingers deep inside, first its one, now three
Three fingers soaking wet, buried deep inside my cunt, searching for my G spot, your fingers are on a orgasm hunt
Your thumb beats out a steady rhythm as you make circles on my clit, a deep messaging grinds, as you crash against my slit
Soon you have me on the edge, my poets making me cum, I take my little finger and push it in my bum
In my mind you're in both holes, you own me I'm your bitch, then orgasm explodes inside, I start to buck and twitch
My bed sheets are soaking, finding your poetry set me free, everytime I read a piece, I imagine that's she's me
Your poems are so erotic, finding you somehow was my fate, I better get in the shower now, my poets made me late
THE KINKY POET